Night becomes night.
To and fro the mosquito bite.
Have to many reasons I can’t sleep tight.
Waiting for you never too late.
Condemning what you’ve said.
To and fro the mosquito bite.
One and two these creatures died.
Have no reason to be sad.
Why this feeling makes me mad?
I don’t know how to forget.
I run and run away and hide.
But you’re flying above my bed.
And in my dream we’ve met.
I have you laid.
You scream like a cat.
Night becomes night.
My dream becomes wet.
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